A Washingtonian. They say if you live here a decade that you can legitimately call yourself a Washingtonian. So, here I am – professing to be one. As you may know, while this “District” is fabulous (to me) in many ways there are also things that, well, make me giggle.

The first three start with … You – “Where are you from?” Me – “DC” …

You - “I live in D.C. too” Me – “Really?! Where?” You – “Well, Alexandria. Or Bethesda. Etc.” If the post office does not acknowledge NW, NE, SE or SW on your legitimate address you do not live in DC.

You – “Really?! Do you know Congressman so-and-so? Or, my fave - Do you know the President?” Me – walking away. This question makes me laugh every time. It is almost as bizarre as when I worked for Walt Disney World and someone would ask, “Do you know Sally Smith?” Yes, out of 30,000 Cast Members I know Sally Smith?! (Factoid – only once, in 15 years, did someone ask if I knew another Cast Member and I actually did. I know there is some mathematician out there that can easily do the legit math but with my math skills I equate that to about 1 out a kazillion gillion.

You – “Do you, like, go to Georgetown Cupcakes all the time? That must be so great!” Me – walking away.

No one ever says I’d rather fly out of BWI or Dulles because it’s cheaper. No amount of money is worth that. And, you never ask your true friends to take you. Ever.

It is amazing that we troll the streets of DC looking for a great rooftop bar. And, when the weather is nice we share them with 432,612 of our closest friends.

We are elated for the weather report from December 15 through March 26 because it usually involves the following: Weatherman – “There’s a chance of snow tomorrow.” All 200,00 Federal employees turn on the tv at 6 a.m. and peer through one eye to hear “Federal Government is closed” and then they roll over and go back to sleep.